Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Czartacus, artist - CZARFACE. Album song Every Hero Needs a Villain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Brick
Song language: English
Czartacus |
Yo, there go the speakers, I’m naturally glowing, blowing sativa |
Amazing display of art, unique as Mona Lisa |
Non-believers, they bitching like R&B divas |
I’m headache, chest pain, hard to breath fever |
He’s a resident patient, F all the expectations |
Echo the sentiment if you repping the rebel nation |
Let go the arsenal, the odds impossible |
Speak the gospel, we harder than army obstacles |
Watch your dude monster mash for a wad of cash |
Ironic how niggas garbage be talking trash |
Hashtag more than rap, might fuck around |
And lose your cataracts if you saw it in rap |
Deep in the pits, i speak swift, pleading the fifth |
Only time I go soft? |
After pleasing your bitch |
We the shit, official with the stripes and all |
And for the drought? |
we keep a high supply of the raw |
Let’s make it understood, Czarface is a hero |
But he’s up to no good (no good) |
Nod ya head to this shit, but make it effortless, quick |
When it comes to rap shit we the specialists, kid |
7 load the beat, the Nikes on my feet are deadstock |
Until they go through your teeth |
To my soldiers in the street, who are really cats in the lab |
Rappers on their Ipad, trend-humping every fad |
Give me something I can grab |
Something with some substance |
Your tracks be sounding flat, our tracks? |
Kate Uptons |
Listen: they took a quick poll, concluded I was a sick soul |
Said you gotta see Czar, no Nick Kroll |
Rappers talking 'bout how they living in that studio |
They’re talking about their one-room apartment |
To a homeless man, it’s beautiful |
I guess they need some room to grow |
But if they get a budget it’s, they talking «How that booty go?» |
Sellout, sellout, muthafucka get the hell out |
It’s time to break that Esoteric, Deck and 7L out |
Keep balling, 'cuz emceeing ain’t your calling |
Leave that shit to us, we rushing stages like Stalin |